Magic is what you make of it

Disney loveMagic always comes with a prince

At least that’s what Disney and Hollywood lead you to believe.

Of course lately, there’s been less focus on the prince and more focus on the heroine, but you get the picture – love, above all, makes the story.

And how are we single ladies supposed to feel about this in real life?

Well, I’ll tell you, being single has never hurt my social life. In fact, I think I get out more and do more things simply because I don’t have a partner to hang out at home with eating pizza and drinking beer with on a Saturday night.

Being single didn’t hurt me when I was racing cars at the Stockton 99.


Being single especially didn’t hurt me when I was leaping from an airplane with a hot man and a parachute strapped to my back.

And it certainly didn’t hurt me when I went to the Alameda County Fairgrounds and ran with the bulls.

photo 4No, being single hasn’t hurt one bit.

Even my more carnal urges somehow manage to get taken care of.

So what then is my life missing without a man to “complete” me?

The answer is nothing.

I have friends and family who give me love and camaraderie and lovers who give me intimacy.

Everything else is icing on the cake.

Sure, it’s magical when life and love come with a prince.

But it sure as hell isn’t required.

Magic, is what you make of it.

Belly dancing – 1, Michelle – 0

red bellyI took a belly dancing lesson from a Stanford Medical student.

I’m not kidding…. Alma is a phenomenal professional belly dancer AND a medical student at Stanford AT THE SAME TIME.

I know. It blows the mind.

In any case, she warmed us up by having us roll all over the wall, arms moving up and down, caressing the wall.

Then we got down to business.

Apparently, belly dancing is accomplished through amazing glute work.

We sat on the floor and practiced isolating and clenching our glute muscles – first the left, then the right, then both together.

I confess, even though I have an ample size derriere, I had a difficult time isolating my two glute muscles.

They both wanted to clench at the same time.

I became frustrated. I thought this was about shaking my hips. I can do that. What’s the big deal with all these butt muscles?

In the end, I felt like I needed A LOT more practice and just in general a lot more dancing experience.

I want to be graceful and poetic, not jerky and disjointed.

As it stands, you are unlikely to see me in a belly dancing outfit, dancing my ass off for anyone other than a significant other. I’m just not skilled enough at this time.

So the score was Belly dancing – 1, Michelle – 0.

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Swedish Retreat

The Swedes are known for their sensuality being the first country to portray female nudity and pleasure in cinematography.

There’s a reason why the most famous of all massages is known as a “SWEDISH” massage.

A new Swedish friend has introduced me to my latest bucket list item:


Sexsability is a festival designed around sexual expression.

It’s also all-inclusive.

So whether you’re gay, hetero, bi, queer, man, lady, transsexual, virgin, swinger, single, poly, prude, nudist, fetishist, tantrika, vanilla, or anything else under the sun, you are WELCOME to attend.

Everything I do well, everything I’m good at I’ve taken the time to practice.




Why not take a week out of my life to visit Sweden (again) and experience love, trust, inner peace, and ecstasy.

Why not practice that a little more and get better at that?

Improve my communication skills in and out of the bedroom?

Train myself to become a better lover?

The best part of all is that this festival is a conscious camping festival meaning you get to camp with all the other participants in tents while enjoying workshops, activities, and coaching.

And you know how I love camping (and leaving no trace).

This could be the perfect event for me.

Lifelong learning

More than anything this year I’m hoping I get a Masterclass Pass for the holidays.

I’m enthralled with the idea of taking classes on subjects taught by the people who excel in those topics.

Bobbi Brown for makeup.

Annie Leibovitz for photography.

Margaret Atwood for creative writing.

What is better than learning more on a topic from an expert in the field?

Has anyone heard of Masterclass and moreover, has anyone bought a subscription to their service?

Mostly, I’d like to learn to take better photos and write better posts for this blog.

Because really when it boils down to it, this is what I enjoy the most and want to succeed at the most.

Also, I seem to have this endless desire to learn something new while sheltering in place so that when covid is under control, I can say that I improved myself instead of spending all my time watching tv and scrolling through TIkTok.

I’m a big advocate of lifelong learning and I think that Masterclass might fit the bill.

Let the quilting commence!

I FINALLY finished the back to my nephews’ custom quilt for their mother, my sister-in-law.

It goes to the long arm quilter today to be quilted and then after I pick it up, I trim the quilt and put the binding on the quilt and VOILA. . . another finished quilt.

Here’s what it currently looks like:

I managed to make a matching pillow case to go with the quilt but sadly I only had enough leftover fabric for one pillowcase so the boys will either have to share or let their mother have it.

I’ve begun working on another quilt.

This one is for my nephew Calvin and it’s a seahorse/ocean themed quilt with “9-patch” squares that make up the main design.

I love the look of the window panes – it’s as if you’re looking through a glass bottom boat into the ocean and it’s teeming with life – with seahorses, whales, dolphins, sea stars, coral, fish and more!

Here’s a peek at some of the squares already assembled:

Personally, I love it and the only thing bothering me right now is the fact that I can’t find the fabric I bought to make the back of the quilt.

Wish me luck with this new quilt.

It shouldn’t take longer than a week to complete.

No Santa Cons

I’m horribly disappointed this year.

There are no Santa Cons.

To me, the south bay Santa Cons are a hallmark of the coming festivities and I LOVE to get dressed up and attend.

Every year I go as something different.

I’ve been a reindeer, a Grinch, Mrs. Claus, a Santa-ette and a lavender Christmas cutie.

More than anything though I miss seeing my friends.

It was so nice to go from bar to bar, sipping on drinks and socializing with friends.

So take a walk with me down memory lane and see some of my past Santa Con pics:

Pour yourself a glass of your favorite beverage, hop on a zoom with your favorite friends and have a little Santa Con!

Merry Christmas to one and all!

Threading the weenie

This TikTok is more proof that penis envy is alive and well and living in the hearts of women everywhere.

A game where you thread a weenie through a roll of toilet paper.

It’s that’s not the 2020 game of the year, I don’t know what is.

Trash the dress

There’s a thing on TikTok, I’ve discovered which amuses me greatly.

It’s called #TrashTheDress and as you’ve maybe surmised, it’s about taking your wedding dress and completely thrashing it.

I mean, I SAVED my dress but I’ve never worn it again and part of me does think it would’ve been cool to get pictures of us trashing the dress in the pool or in the ocean at the end of the wedding party.


Trashed the dress👰🏼 but so worth it for the photos @brandonmeck #trashthedress #tulum #weddingdress #wedding #foryou

♬ Memories (Drinks Bring Back) – Ajay Stephens

That said, it seems an alternate thread has popped up where #TrashTheDress means you’re getting divorced and so you completely ruin the dress you wore to your wedding while a hired photographer takes professional photos and video of you doing it.

Occasionally, the song playing in the background refers to the husband cheating on his wife.


And NOW, there’s something even more nasty than thrashing your own dress:

Doing a boudoir photoshoot to commemorate your divorce.

Yes, you read that right.

Something to say that you’re untying the knot and re-entering the dating pool.

Well, you know what I say?

Good for her!

I think every woman should experience a boudoir photoshoot at least once and who am I to judge how someone should heal from their divorce?

Hiking Half Dome in Yosemite

Many MANY years ago, I hiked to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite with my friends Robin, Albert and Barry.

I figured I’d never be in better shape than I was then so I might as well complete the 18+ miles round trip hike and see the views from the top.

Me and my companions slept in and so we didn’t get a start up Half Dome until around 11 am.

Oh, was that LATE to start!

I remember as we made our way down the trail a mounted Park Ranger stopped her horse long enough to poke fun at us, “Nothing like an early start up Half Dome.”

Or some such nonsense.

Albert was not having any of her smart assery.

He mocked her for the next few miles.

Somewhere along the way, we lost Robin.

Her shoes weren’t gripping the terrain as well as they should have so she stopped at a rest area and read a book while the three of us kept on.



It took damn near forever, but around 3 pm, we managed to reach the base of Half Dome.

If you’ve never been to Half Dome, THIS is what you see when you reach the base:

A rickety little “staircase” attached to the rock face, with periodic wood beams attached like stairs so you can rest securely on the rock.

One side of the ladder is people going up, the other side is people going down.

So don’t go thinking that you get the WHOLE ladder to yourself, now.

Albert blasted ahead, eager to get to the top.

I labored.

I’m not sure I would have made it up to the top at all if it hadn’t been for Barry who kept cheering me on and encouraging me to keep setting one foot ahead of the other.

Finally, Barry and I crested the ridge and arrived at the top of Half Dome.

This is us at the top:

The adventure didn’t end there.

Oh no.

By now, we were starving, having gone through our food and water, so we hightailed it back to Robin at the rest area and continued our climb down the mountain.

By the time we reached the valley floor, Albert’s knees had given out on him.

Even though it was a full moon, very little light reached us beneath the tall sequoias.

Fortunately, I brought one little rickety flashlight to guide us.

And EVENTUALLY we made it back to our car, back to our camp, and back to our lives.

It was QUITE the adventure and I’m so glad I did it.

I’m also infinitely thankful for Barry’s support getting up Half Dome.

Yes, we should’ve brought more food and water.

Yes, we were silly youngsters oblivious of the commitment it took to hike Half Dome.


Snapshot of my life

Okay, I have a pet peeve.

America is self-destructing and Facebook is still marketing garbage to me.

Cheap dresses from China.

False eyelashes from all over.

Strange oddities from (like a vaginal steamer).

Who does Facebook think I am?

Gwyneth Paltrow?

Amidst all this chaos, I am continuing my regular rituals of getting up early, going to work (from my dining room), and working on costumes.

The Egyptian slave costume is finished and I’m happy to say that my friend Nadine has a matching outfit.

So on to the next costume – an angel outfit complete with halo and wings.

It’s what I do to keep the anxiety at bay.

I’m also looking into online MBA programs offered by UC Davis, San Jose State, and Purdue Global.

The good news is that all these programs look affordable and reasonable for me to be accepted into.

The bad news is I have to take 2 semesters of economics and one semester of statistics to meet the prerequisites of applying.

Maybe also an algebra class (something I tested out of in high school when I took college calculus as a senior).

So there you have it – a snapshot into my life as it exists right now.